Thursday, January 19, 2017

Anxiety Dreams

The car rolled slowly down the driveway, stopping just behind the marquee that was now humming along to the DJ playing the old 70’s and 80’s style music.
A man stumbles around the corner and fumbles trying to get a cigarette out and lighting it.

“Hey, your not suppose to park there.” He reaches for the driver side door and opens it. There is nobody there. He looks in side. The keys are still in the ignition. He decides against trying to move the car and heads back to the party to find someone else to move it.

The man returns and tells his friend about how the car came to a stop but no-one was driving. He’s had too much to drink the other man thinks as he gets into the car and turns the ignition key.

The explosion sends debris everywhere. Floating through the carnage there are people screaming and others lying silent. Body parts are scattered about the place with fires raging here and others just are flickering as though they were candles.

My view of the scene rushes here and there as slowly I am watching from above. As I glance across the suburb as I am flying higher and higher I can see other explosions across the land.

My vision is becoming blurred and then suddenly black.

Author Steve Boddey

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